I CAN'T

wrap up the year and let it fall forever.

It does not end, and it is not a fact that it will end quickly. Most likely, it's due to intravenous fear: I'm afraid to wait for the "new year"... We met 2022 "yesterday" and had high hopes for it, pinning our hopes and dreams on the YEAR.

Yesterday, in her stories, Margo said a very strong phrase that still resonates in my heart: "May the 25th of February finally come to you in the new year 2023"...

Yes, I will support her and say that "February 25" will finally come to everyone. And I still have 2022—outside the window, on the calendar, and in my heart.

How are you doing in 2023?

Yours, Nata Che